Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Namibia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Ice-T to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
The Monks,
Symarip,
Letta Mbulu,
The Beau Brummels,
Eurythmics,
Funkadelic,
Lalo Schifrin,
Heaven 17,
Khruangbin,
Vladislav Delay,
The J.B.'s,
Skarface,
The Durutti Column,
8 Eyed Spy,
T.S.O.L.,
Toni Rubio,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rosa Yemen,
Dual Sessions,
Arab on Radar,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Moebius,
Joe Finger,
10cc,
The Blackbyrds,
Ornette Coleman,
This Heat,
Blake Baxter,
Guru Guru,
Section 25,
Zero Boys,
A Certain Ratio,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Tom Boy,
Radio Birdman,
Newcleus,
Tommy Roe,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
New York Dolls,
Althea and Donna,
Colin Newman,
LL Cool J,
Livin' Joy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lower 48,
The Evens,
Neu!,
Urselle,
Albert Ayler,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scientists,
Patti Smith,
X-Ray Spex,
Bad Manners,
Black Flag,
The Litter,
The Moleskins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.